Finding good in Evil
(This takes place after Frodo was bitten by Shelob and taken by the orcs. Sam has been knocked unconscious when he threw himself against that door and time has passed.)
Frodo awoke to the red light of the room he had been put in. He didn't know what had wakened him until he realized that everything was still. He had gone into a terrified uneasy sleep while the orcs had argued and fought. Now everything was still. The silence was worse than the fighting had been. The place all seemed dead. Frodo lay his head down again and tried to go back to sleep. He never got a chance to because of someone yelling below him. He couldn't make out the words, but it sounded angry. It wasn't an orc voice either. It sounded human. Frodo next heard a thump and then the trap door opened. Up into the room came a cloaked figure. Frodo cringed against the wall as the word "Nazgul" went across his aching mind.
The cloaked figure stopped in front of him. "I know what you are thinking," he said to Frodo, "I am not a Nazgul. I am a living man. I am the Mouth of Sauron." Frodo said nothing and the man continued, "I have come to take you to my master himself. He wishes to speak to you. I will say no more on the subject. You are some important things that will happen in the near future. The enemy has used you for good but before long we shall use you against them."
"How will you do that? I won't turn against my friends. You have already got the Ring. What do you need me for?" Frodo said this weakly, but braver than he really felt at the moment.
"We do not have the Ring." The Mouth of Sauron said shortly.
Frodo stared in amazement, "Then where is it?"
"We were hoping you would tell us."
"I don't know were." Frodo cut off and thought of Sam. Sam must have taken the Ring. Frodo felt anger that he couldn't control well up inside him. Sam had stolen it from him! How could he even dare?! Then in the back of his mind came a voice telling him that Sam hadn't stolen it. He was protecting it. This man would have had it if not for Sam. His anger subsided.
The man threw Frodo some raggedy clothes, "Put these on and we will go to my master."
Frodo couldn't move. He hurt too much. He had already been beaten and the wounds had only just stopped bleeding. The man took a whip from under his cloak, "I said move, Halfling!" He snapped the whip on Frodo's ankle. Frodo cried out and moved slowly to where the rags were lying.
***
(A/N: Here is when Sam is roused. It's the same as the book until he reaches the tower and gets inside. The change comes when the orc comes down the stairs.)
As Sam stood at the end of the stairs that the orc was running down, his hand began to creep to the Ring. The orc stopped right in front of Sam in shock. He had not expected to see anyone at the bottom of the stairs and especially not such an elfish looking sort of person.
The orc yelped in fear and stumbled up a few stairs before tripping completely on his face. Sam was over him in a second. He placed Sting at the orc's throat.
"Where have you got my master, you filth?" Sam snarled.
"We haven't got no one here. Only Shagrat at the top," the orc stammered.
"You lie!" Sam yelled lowering Sting closer to the orcs throat, "I saw you take him into this very tower!"
"They come and take him they have. Took him to Barad-Dur."
Sam didn't have to ask who "They" were. "What are they going to do to him?" he asked breathlessly.
The orc snickered. Sam pressed Sting harder into the orc's throat. The orc stopped snickering, but continued to sneer, "I don't know. What do you usually do with someone who is dead?"
Sam felt faint. "Dead?" he said breathlessly. That couldn't be. "Y-y-you."
The orc continued grinning, "They had to come carry him out of the tower. All limp and not breathing he was."
Sam felt despair turn into rage at these words, "Y-y-you LYER!!!" The orc continued to snicker. Without another word Sam slit his throat. He then ran up the stairs to the very top chamber. He crept silently because the orc had said Shagrat was up here. He passed a closed door and saw a ladder going from the floor to the ceiling and leading into a trap door. Sam quickly climbed the ladder and found a room lit with a red light. It was empty. Sam knelt by a pile of rags and wept. Frodo was supposed to be in the top most part of the tower and was no longer here. He had lost him again. He looked at the rags and realized that they seemed damp. He carried them down into the light of the hall under the chamber and his fears were confirmed. The rags were smeared with bits of blood. It was no orc blood which was black. This was red. And it was still fresh. This meant he had been just a minute to late. If only he had figured out how to get passed that door sooner. If only he hadn't been a fool and thrown himself against that door. Frodo would have been alive right now.
Sam felt the madness that had consumed him when Shelob had bitten Frodo take over him again. He dropped the rag. They would pay for this. It had been those orcs who had taken him in the first place. Shagrat! Shagrat was on the top floor! Shagrat would pay for killing his master. Sam felt himself being drawn to the closed door he had passed to get to the ladder. He kicked it open and stood in the doorway.
*** (A/N: This is taking place right before Sam finds Shagrat)
Shagrat had sent Snaga to send news to Lugburz almost half an hour ago. He had heard some squealing so he figured some of Gorbag's group had survived and killed him. So he closed himself into this room so he would hear if they came up. He didn't hear anyone. Just as he was about to go put away that ladder that went into the top room the door burst open. It looked like a figure cloaked in shadow. He could almost feel the rage coming from the figure. Though not all too tall, it seemed to possess some sort of unreachable power. They stood staring each other down, the cloaked one shaking with rage. Then with a cry he flung himself at Shagrat. Shagrat tried to dodge him, but the little creature was too quick and before Shagrat had a chance to react, he had been stabbed by an elven blade and died almost instantly.
*** (A/N: After Sam attacked Shagrat.)
Sam stood over the dead orc with his blade held high. Now that he had had his revenge, he didn't know what to do. He did know that he had to continue the journey; he just didn't know how to start. It was hard the first time to accept that Frodo had died, but again? It was unbearable. Sam, taken suddenly by despair, wept. He wept until he had to sit down, until he could cry no more. Then he got up and spoke into space, "Well here I am again Mr. Frodo. In the same fix as last time. Only this time your not even here with me. I'm gong now, Mr. Frodo. I might meet you were ever you are, but I must finish this task that was lain on me." With that, Samwise Gamgee put Sting in its sheath and left the tower, hurrying to find a way to get through the black land.
***
(A/N: Frodo has been in Barad-Dur for some time now)
Frodo was sitting perfectly still in a seat before The Mouth of Sauron. He had a strange look in his eyes and deep within them could be seen the eye of Sauron looking out.
"How is the sorcery going?" Sauron asked his lieutenant (A/N: Sauron is still the eye he can just talk to the Mouth of Sauron in his head is what I figure)
"He should be on our side at any moment," The Mouth of Sauron answered.
"What about this absurd height of his? Can your sorcery do anything about that?"
"Yes, my lord," the man answered with an evil grin on his face. The lieutenant cupped Frodo's chin roughly in his hand and forced Frodo to look at him. "Who is your master?" he asked him testingly.
"Sauron," Frodo answered.
(This takes place after Frodo was bitten by Shelob and taken by the orcs. Sam has been knocked unconscious when he threw himself against that door and time has passed.)
Frodo awoke to the red light of the room he had been put in. He didn't know what had wakened him until he realized that everything was still. He had gone into a terrified uneasy sleep while the orcs had argued and fought. Now everything was still. The silence was worse than the fighting had been. The place all seemed dead. Frodo lay his head down again and tried to go back to sleep. He never got a chance to because of someone yelling below him. He couldn't make out the words, but it sounded angry. It wasn't an orc voice either. It sounded human. Frodo next heard a thump and then the trap door opened. Up into the room came a cloaked figure. Frodo cringed against the wall as the word "Nazgul" went across his aching mind.
The cloaked figure stopped in front of him. "I know what you are thinking," he said to Frodo, "I am not a Nazgul. I am a living man. I am the Mouth of Sauron." Frodo said nothing and the man continued, "I have come to take you to my master himself. He wishes to speak to you. I will say no more on the subject. You are some important things that will happen in the near future. The enemy has used you for good but before long we shall use you against them."
"How will you do that? I won't turn against my friends. You have already got the Ring. What do you need me for?" Frodo said this weakly, but braver than he really felt at the moment.
"We do not have the Ring." The Mouth of Sauron said shortly.
Frodo stared in amazement, "Then where is it?"
"We were hoping you would tell us."
"I don't know were." Frodo cut off and thought of Sam. Sam must have taken the Ring. Frodo felt anger that he couldn't control well up inside him. Sam had stolen it from him! How could he even dare?! Then in the back of his mind came a voice telling him that Sam hadn't stolen it. He was protecting it. This man would have had it if not for Sam. His anger subsided.
The man threw Frodo some raggedy clothes, "Put these on and we will go to my master."
Frodo couldn't move. He hurt too much. He had already been beaten and the wounds had only just stopped bleeding. The man took a whip from under his cloak, "I said move, Halfling!" He snapped the whip on Frodo's ankle. Frodo cried out and moved slowly to where the rags were lying.
***
(A/N: Here is when Sam is roused. It's the same as the book until he reaches the tower and gets inside. The change comes when the orc comes down the stairs.)
As Sam stood at the end of the stairs that the orc was running down, his hand began to creep to the Ring. The orc stopped right in front of Sam in shock. He had not expected to see anyone at the bottom of the stairs and especially not such an elfish looking sort of person.
The orc yelped in fear and stumbled up a few stairs before tripping completely on his face. Sam was over him in a second. He placed Sting at the orc's throat.
"Where have you got my master, you filth?" Sam snarled.
"We haven't got no one here. Only Shagrat at the top," the orc stammered.
"You lie!" Sam yelled lowering Sting closer to the orcs throat, "I saw you take him into this very tower!"
"They come and take him they have. Took him to Barad-Dur."
Sam didn't have to ask who "They" were. "What are they going to do to him?" he asked breathlessly.
The orc snickered. Sam pressed Sting harder into the orc's throat. The orc stopped snickering, but continued to sneer, "I don't know. What do you usually do with someone who is dead?"
Sam felt faint. "Dead?" he said breathlessly. That couldn't be. "Y-y-you."
The orc continued grinning, "They had to come carry him out of the tower. All limp and not breathing he was."
Sam felt despair turn into rage at these words, "Y-y-you LYER!!!" The orc continued to snicker. Without another word Sam slit his throat. He then ran up the stairs to the very top chamber. He crept silently because the orc had said Shagrat was up here. He passed a closed door and saw a ladder going from the floor to the ceiling and leading into a trap door. Sam quickly climbed the ladder and found a room lit with a red light. It was empty. Sam knelt by a pile of rags and wept. Frodo was supposed to be in the top most part of the tower and was no longer here. He had lost him again. He looked at the rags and realized that they seemed damp. He carried them down into the light of the hall under the chamber and his fears were confirmed. The rags were smeared with bits of blood. It was no orc blood which was black. This was red. And it was still fresh. This meant he had been just a minute to late. If only he had figured out how to get passed that door sooner. If only he hadn't been a fool and thrown himself against that door. Frodo would have been alive right now.
Sam felt the madness that had consumed him when Shelob had bitten Frodo take over him again. He dropped the rag. They would pay for this. It had been those orcs who had taken him in the first place. Shagrat! Shagrat was on the top floor! Shagrat would pay for killing his master. Sam felt himself being drawn to the closed door he had passed to get to the ladder. He kicked it open and stood in the doorway.
*** (A/N: This is taking place right before Sam finds Shagrat)
Shagrat had sent Snaga to send news to Lugburz almost half an hour ago. He had heard some squealing so he figured some of Gorbag's group had survived and killed him. So he closed himself into this room so he would hear if they came up. He didn't hear anyone. Just as he was about to go put away that ladder that went into the top room the door burst open. It looked like a figure cloaked in shadow. He could almost feel the rage coming from the figure. Though not all too tall, it seemed to possess some sort of unreachable power. They stood staring each other down, the cloaked one shaking with rage. Then with a cry he flung himself at Shagrat. Shagrat tried to dodge him, but the little creature was too quick and before Shagrat had a chance to react, he had been stabbed by an elven blade and died almost instantly.
*** (A/N: After Sam attacked Shagrat.)
Sam stood over the dead orc with his blade held high. Now that he had had his revenge, he didn't know what to do. He did know that he had to continue the journey; he just didn't know how to start. It was hard the first time to accept that Frodo had died, but again? It was unbearable. Sam, taken suddenly by despair, wept. He wept until he had to sit down, until he could cry no more. Then he got up and spoke into space, "Well here I am again Mr. Frodo. In the same fix as last time. Only this time your not even here with me. I'm gong now, Mr. Frodo. I might meet you were ever you are, but I must finish this task that was lain on me." With that, Samwise Gamgee put Sting in its sheath and left the tower, hurrying to find a way to get through the black land.
***
(A/N: Frodo has been in Barad-Dur for some time now)
Frodo was sitting perfectly still in a seat before The Mouth of Sauron. He had a strange look in his eyes and deep within them could be seen the eye of Sauron looking out.
"How is the sorcery going?" Sauron asked his lieutenant (A/N: Sauron is still the eye he can just talk to the Mouth of Sauron in his head is what I figure)
"He should be on our side at any moment," The Mouth of Sauron answered.
"What about this absurd height of his? Can your sorcery do anything about that?"
"Yes, my lord," the man answered with an evil grin on his face. The lieutenant cupped Frodo's chin roughly in his hand and forced Frodo to look at him. "Who is your master?" he asked him testingly.
"Sauron," Frodo answered.